So, I have this amazing friend.
And, it's not a girl.
And... he's not my boyfriend.
AAAANNNND......I've known him for ten years now (Wow, G - we're old!)
Annnnnd...is name is Greg.
(Hehe - I like, I like.)
Today, after one of our daily talks, I became convinced that every single woman needs a "Greg". And, I'm not saying MY Greg... because he's sort of taken at the moment. So, don't be lazy and find one of your own.
Why, you ask? I'll enlighten you.
First of all, he's known me since before I had kids. He remembers the "old" Erin, the carefree one before life slapped me around some. Just talking to him reminds me of what it was like to be the free-spirited, limitless, bubbly cheerleader that I was back then.
Secondly, he kind of digs me. And, I kind of dig him. But, it doesn't move past that, really. We're just mutually digg-able. He makes me feel really beautiful, and valued. Pretty cool.
Third, he makes me laugh more than almost anyone on the planet. We have the same sense of humor, and it's really quite absurd how we both are so comfortable with each other and are able to laugh so darn much.
Fourth - we're both in the "building" phase of our lives. Little successes that wouldn't matter to anyone else become cheer-worthy. And, that isn't because I was a cheerleader and he was the mascot. (I know you told me not to make you sound gay - so this is the disclaimer... HE WAS A VERY TOUGH, MANLY MASCOT. There.) He encourages me in whatever direction my heart takes me, and I give him a nudge or two in the direction he wants to go when he needs a boost.
Fifth - he lives a bazillion miles away. Nevada is FAR. You wonder, why is that a reason to have a "Greg"? Even if we did have feelings for each other, they wouldn't be able to really develop from such a distance. Hence, we can be friends with emotional benefits, and not be close enough to screw things up.
Sixth - He helps me fix things. He gives me "guy" advice, like how to fix my furnace. My Greg spent TWO HOURS on the phone with me while my whole house was freezing going through the manual from my furnace to try to troubleshoot the issues. He even calmed me down while I was freaking out about spiders in my hair, and squealing when I thought one got close, or nearly in tears because I couldn't identify the thingy that is attached to the round thingy that makes the spring thingy go wwwooooomp. It didn't get fixed, but that wasn't the point. He cared enough to help me out.
I know, I know. Some of you must be thinking.... DATE HIM!!!! Are you crazy?!?! NOTE: distance. NOTE: religious discrepancies. NOTE: still working on ourselves.
If you are single, and you feel alone in the world with no one to back you up the way someone of the opposite sex will... get a "Greg". You'll thank me.